Lyrics:
Brass Gospel

you, destroy you There ain't nothing i can't take this chainsaw to *Hailey Makes Chainsaw Sound* Fuckin' brain's brawn, and brass balls I cut 'em off

easy touch Throwing ashes in the pixie dust Locked and loaded right off the bus It's got us numbered, the two of us Sing that gospel and get your thrills

that jazz Through I bars and girders, through wires and pipes The mathematic circuits of the modern nights Through huts, through Harlem, through jails and gospel

les abrutis s?instruisent, Perche sur ma plume, j?attends c? moment observe ce bordel De petites flammes montees au ciel, pour elle j?ai saigne ce gospel

that jazz Through I bars and girders-through wires and pipes The mathematic circuits of the modern nights Through huts, through Harlem, through jails and gospel

les abrutis s?instruisent, Perche sur ma plume, j?attends c? moment observe ce bordel De petites flammes montees au ciel, pour elle j?ai saigne ce gospel

that jazz Through I bars and girders-through wires and pipes The mathematic circuits of the modern nights Through huts, through Harlem, through jails and gospel

show you There ain't nothing i can't take this chainsaw to [Hailie Makes Chainsaw Sound] Fuckin' brain's brawn, and brass balls I cut 'em off, i got '

toujours la meme histoire ecrite a l'encre de nos veines depuis Christophe Colomb et ces trois caravelles. Jusqu'au champ de coton l'histoire resonne comme un gospel